This is getting old and so are you.
Everything you know and never knew.
Will run through your fingers just like sand.

Enjoy it while you can.

Like a snake between two stones it itches in your bones.
Take a deep breath and swallow your sorrow tomorrow.

So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
To the thing that hurts you most.

It´s your last cup of sorrow.
What can you say? Finish it today.
It´s your last cup of sorrow.
So think of me and get on your way.

It won´t begin until you make it end.
Until you know the how the where and the when.
With a new face you might surprise yourself